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-Mouser

Chapter 11

"Base Camp come in, we are taking fire. I repeat we are taking fire. We have engaged in combat." Chang repeated over and over into radio hoping for a response other than the static that was coming through.

"Lopez, take out the vehicle to the left. Abrams get us to higher ground," Martinez yelled as the bullets came flying at them.

Santana had never felt her body so alive; she could see the three vehicles up ahead and the flash of the weapons that they were firing. Each bullet was getting closer and closer and soon those bullets would make contact. She had no desire to die in the desert she had a lifetime of living left in her, but they were seriously outnumbered. She continuously kept her finger on the trigger firing at anything in her line of sight. "I see a small village up ahead we should head there. It'll provide us with cover and time."

"No, Abrams do as I say. Stay going towards higher ground. We're not sure if they're friendly or not. We need to make it to our base camp. Lopez just shut the fuck up and do as I say. I know you want to be in charge and think I can't do my job, but I outrank you."

"Red Fox you'll have cover in about thirty. Hang tight, we see that there is a village in your path go there," they heard over the speakers.

"Fine. Abrams you heard the orders go there."

As they were changing their route and were about a 100 yards out they drove over a land mine and the force of the explosion overturned their vehicle. Abrams, Chang and Martinez were ejected and landed in a heap of metal and fire.

"Fuck. Abrams, Chang, Lopez you guys ok," Martinez asked as he shook his head trying to clear his vision. When he finally sat up he could only see Abrams and Chang, Lopez was nowhere in sight, not like he would spend much time looking for her.

"Yeah, I'm here." Chang said as he crawled over to Abrams. "I think I broke my wrist, it hurts like a mother. Fuck what the hell happened?"

"Fuck, sorry I drove over a land mine. Chang you see Lopez, I haven't heard anything from her."

"No, just Martinez about ten feet away. Can you walk?"

"Ummm, I don't think so. My fucking leg hurts," Artie looked down and saw a piece of metal sticking in his thigh, along with what had to be part of his femur. "Well fuck that explains it."

"Stay still. Do you want me to remove it?" Mike asked.

"Yeah go ahead."

"I'm also going to try to align it." Mike grabbed the piece of metal with his uninjured hand, which had to be at least twelve inches long and three inches thick and buried at half way in his thigh. With his gloved hand Mike tried to pull it out. The force of the accident had really jabbed it in his Arties' thigh. It hurt like hell as it was being pulled out. Artie had grabbed a hold of Mike and was trying to quiet his screams, as Mike tugged and pulled. Finally after a much effort the metal piece came free. The blood that was spurting from the open wound was coming fast and furious and Mike tried to compress it. He pulled the leg as straight as he could and saw the bone sink back into place. He got his belt and tied it to stop the flow of blood. Finally the bleeding stopped and Mike helped Artie stand. Together they walked towards Martinez.

As the three looked at their vehicle they heard a moan coming from underneath the wreckage. Mike dropped Artie and ran to Santana. "Lopez can you hear me?" He started pulling debris from around her trying to free her. Unfortunately, she was trapped in a manner that was not going to make for a quick escape, and doing it with only one working hand was not making matters easy. Part of her body was pinned and her head had cuts and bruises already forming. Her helmet was tossed to her side along with her weapon. "Martinez, get over here and help me. We need to get her out." Watching Chang try to remove Santana from the vehicle Martinez noticed that the three vehicles that were firing at them were very close. In fact they were so close that they could see hear their war cries.

"Fuck it, leave her if we stay we'll all be taken or worse - killed. We don't have time to free her and besides she might be dead, I didn't hear her call out." Martinez stated as he grabbed Abrams and starting to force him in the opposite direction.

"We can't do that. We can't leave her behind to fucking be captured by them or killed. She is injured not dead and we still have a chance to help her. Fuck you, Martinez if that's what you want to do. But so help me God, if we make it out of here I will report this. I think you fucking suck as a commander and what if it was you? Would you want us to leave you in a pile of your own blood waiting to be captured or to die alone?"

"Chang get over here and help me with Abrams. We can make it to shelter and wait it out to be rescued. There is nothing we can do for her right now. Do you really want to put our three lives for the sake of one bitch, 'cause I sure as hell don't."

At that Mike heard Santana whisper Quinn. Her words were barley coming forth as her speech was impaired by the blood making its way from her throat. She reached her hand out and attempted to say help me. Her foggy mind was becoming clearer and she realized what had happened and how bad her injures were. See could see the look of fear in Mike's eyes and she knew that this might be the end for her. She wouldn't get to return home and ask Quinn to marry her. She wouldn't get to see the little blond haired hazel eyed children running around. She would have to wonder what might have been and that was breaking her heart. She saw how Chang was trying to free her, and was trying to make out the words Martinez was saying. She could see Abrams struggle against Martinez no doubt in her mind trying to get to her. But at last she saw all three walk away as her eyes closed.

Though both Artie and Mike tried to remove Santana from the wreckage they also knew deep down that if they stayed any longer all four of them would lose their lives. So with much regret and shame they followed Martinez to a small living quarters and waited. When they entered the home they were relieved to find it empty. Gently placing Artie against the wall, Mike took the time to wrap up his wrist properly and was trying to find more cloth to change Arties bandage. Martinez was using the portable radio that somehow survived the crash. "Base Camp come in. I repeat Base Camp come in. I have two wounded that need to be rescued. Our vehicle was over turned and we escaped the one that we engaged combat with. We made it the village we were redirected to. I repeat we are in a small living quarters."

All three heard numerous rounds go off outside of where they were, and then suddenly the room was filled with smoke.